Fang looks at my eight-year-old face lovingly. Let's rewind.

*Earlier that day*

"I wonder what it would be like to get married." I say off in la la land.

"Omigosh! We could do that!" A five-year-old Nudge squeals. "I could be the maid of honor and JJ could be a brides maid! But we need a groom! Hmm..." She says tapping her chin deep in thought, and suddenly a light bulb goes off in her head. "That's it! Fang could be the groom and Iggy would be the best man and Gazzy would be the ring barer..." She goes on and on. But my eight-year-old self has already learned to tune her out.

And suddenly I'm yanked up. "What are you doing Nudge?!" I say. She's pulling me over toward Fang's house where him and Iggy are playing pirates.

"Getting the groom!" She says happily. I relax getting the groom. She pokes Fang on the shoulder and he turns to us. "Fang I need you to be the groom for Max's wedding!" She shouts.

He turns toward Iggy, "But I'm playing!" He whines.

"Too bad!" she shouts and drags him away with me.

And that's how we got here. So let's start from where we left off.

Fang looks at my eight-year-old face lovingly as I walk down the "aisle" towards him. I reach him and smile. And we start our "vows."

"I promise not to eat the last cookie in the package and to give Max half of it.

"I promise that when we tent out in her yard she can have the last marshmallow

"When we start school again I won't make fun of her

"And I promise not to call her any names." Fang says.

I smile and start to say mine.

"When we only have one chocolate bar left I promise to share with Fang

"When someone make fun cause he likes black I'll kick them

"When him and Iggy are playing I promise to let them play for five more minutes

"And when Nudge drags me off to play princess dress-up he can always see me."

I smile a little as Iggy says, "Fang will you take Max to be your wife?"

"Yes."

"It's 'I do'" Iggy says.

"I do." Fang repeats testing it out on his tongue.

"Maxie do you take Fang to be your husband?"

"I do."

Iggy raises his hands up and says, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

"Eww!" Fang and I yell. "I'm not gonna kiss him he's got cooties!" I yell.

"Nu-uh!" He yells right back at me.

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Iggy pushes our head together and we kiss. Only it isn't short, it's REALLY, REALLY fast. But we pull away at the same time. "Okay." I whisper. "You don't have cooties."

15 years later...

"I do." I say.

"I do." He says.

We kiss and when we pull away I whisper only so he can hear. "You still have cooties."

He smiles at me and kisses me again. I smile into the kiss. And barely hear him whisper. "Okay."

Was it good? I don't really know. I'm not experienced in the Fax department, but if you thought it was good... Then YAY! I've been having a stressful day and writing helps me unwind. Oh and read that book! Unwind by Neal Shusterman. Lillie Katerina Ride recommended it to me and so far it's been awesome! So I am recommending it to YOU! and check out her stories some time. Anyway. R&R?